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Circle Dance-

Reunite the living and the deadBring peace, prosperity, and unityBring us to the circle of ancient timesEvoking wisdom, in natural realmsWe dance to our own calendar every thousand yearsThe child’s tears in strange blue eyesClouds run like railroadsAlong the soft cobalt skyThe water, plants, blankets poisonedIn our hand we hold their bookFor some beads andContinue reading “Circle Dance-“

My Short Stint as a Writer~

I had tbe absolutely incredible opportunity to write for GAS: Poetry Art & Music. I had the good fortune to conduct a couple of interviews, create my own segment “The Vault”, and get features with a piece of writing as well as poster for the journal as featured poet of the month. Thank you forContinue reading “My Short Stint as a Writer~”

End of Days-(why?)

Afghanistan isA firery pitOf frightened soulsLeaving weapons giftedFor their protectionOnly to be usedAgainst themselves Never taking initiativeOf training and moneyImproved living conditions Collapsing immediatelyWith no retaliationNot using Afghan air forceTo maintain controlOver individual freedoms Giving upConcedingNo retaliationRunningLike mad chickensDecapitated martyrsDropping from aeroplanesRun over by 15 ft wheels Like their countryBad choicesLack of willWhere did thereContinue reading “End of Days-(why?)”

Thank Ya Maam’

On a hard boiled Saturday nightI felt the edge of restlessness. Drawn to the neon Frolic Room sign, the locals called shotgun for the stools with the best vantage points along Loyd’s bar. Easy access, that’s what it was about. Couples in booths lined the walls, taking advantage of the shadows that hung like curtainsContinue reading “Thank Ya Maam’”

Voices of Freedom ’21

Dancing without a nameShe was naked in her silenceStone, statues, salutationsDesires from a Hellenistic waterfrontAncient scriptures reveal hidden sourcesAmong firey chariots and beat up taxisNeon lights flicker to the rhythm of abandoned youthIn a Holy Glory, brought on by the Atomic ageBirds swell like waves in the evening skyLighting fires of brilliance, in the skullsContinue reading “Voices of Freedom ’21”

Going Down?

All good things come to an endStanding on the edge of the precipiceLooking down into the voidOf creative oblivionToo closeDistracted contemplationIs a dangerous ventureLose your sightLose your footingIt’s a long way for whereYou intended to beOnce you start to fallThere is no stoppingFasterFaster stillNo slowingOr coming backFrom a misstepUponThe slippery slope (matthew bowers) ~93© 2021

Ghosts-

The sidewalk’s familiarJust passing throughEcho ParkLos AngelesI’ve been living here For the better partOf 30 years or soThe air is warmAnd balmyBut not too hotNever too coldThe streets aren’t as busyAs I remember themSunset’s always been famousFor it’s Halloween ParadeThat’s WEST HollywoodThis is something… differentEveryone wearing masksNot trying to scare each otherBut… Just as spookyIContinue reading “Ghosts-“

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